Today, I'm thankful. My husband is gone, but he's only a state away. My husband was away for a small part of my pregnancy, but he was there for the birth. My husband is active duty military, but he is safe.
This poor woman isn't as lucky as I am. Her husband was in Afghanistan. Her husband wasn't there for the birth of his daughter, nor did he ever get to meet her. Her husband is dead, he died serving his country.
My heart breaks for her. I will definitely hold my husband tighter when I get to see him tonight.
Friday, March 19, 2010
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Showin' and Tellin'
It's time to step in front of the class for Show and Tell. What are you sharing today?
I finally did it. I got my tattoo for my lost babies. I thought of it right after my most recent miscarriage and finally settled on the design and artist. And here it is. Right now the tattoo is still sore (just had it done two days ago) and the physical pain is bringing up some emotional pain, but I'm OK with that. I love having a physical reminder of the little lives that were with me for such a short time.
In case you can't tell, I got it on my foot. I kept having people tell me how much it would hurt to have a tattoo done there, but I feel it's significant. It was a painful road (is/was) that brought me this far.
Here's the inspiration for that tattoo (if you click on the pic it takes you to the photographer's blog):
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)